Lyrics:
never in Scramble
Pure mathematics in tact
Juice in the sidebag dawg
Late nights up, not one was a Setback
Plotting and going with the plan stays
Ink mathematics
Grey mass ecstatics
Noggin elastics
Cerebral tatics
Cranium classics
Brainium domics
Denizen omics
Grey massmatics
Quantum pure
It's
What am I looking at?
Mathematic, pure, exact
Soulless, electric tact
Mechanical and civil
Seems so simple
What am I feeling though
Subatomic,
irretrievable
How will your night dances lose themselves?
In mathematics? Such pure leaps and spirals
Surely they travel the world forever
I shall not entirely
day a man named Benoit Mandelbrot was born
His disdain for pure mathematics and his unique geometrical insights
Left him well equipped to face
the mainframe
And my main aim to dig through the dirt, stay alert
Insert the power cord so my energy will work
Pure energy spurts, sporadic, automatic
Mathematic
ballot
This what you call a match
This what I call reserve practice
Still scoring with authority
Solely off pure talent
Just imagine the mathematics
Once I
knowledge of the sky that's pure mathematics its a price of life know we all meet a casket I got people following me I can't have em crashing so I think twice
pure facts forget the Mathematics (Mathics) ayt
Although they sneered at me, I chose the other side
Quit this, Quit this, yeah, man I chose to stay alive
stay wit em.
The human litter that whiteys about to get rid of.
The same niggas supplanted the very planet
with mathematics pure knowledge
false idols never who they claim to be,
I seen through facades... your mirage wasn't phasing me,
My mathematics is pure...
You feel the allure,
They said
It wasn't like that, wasn't watching my back
You wanted a spot to aim your knife at
What's done is done, mathematics, pure
Reason, thought shit's
When I was young I wanted
To escape into the clean world
Of computer games
To pass through the glass screen
The window to the perfect mathematics
my killers come to shut down the block
[Mack 10 (Chorus)]
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch start flipping
Nigga that's mathematics
Over here we
my killers come to shut down the block
[Mack 10 (Chorus)]
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch start flipping
Nigga that's mathematics
Over here we
Feeling great, feeling good how are you?
Ten percent condition, ninety percent response
Survival mathematics the number mad song
Old dads drop
mathematics when that Mac go off
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck
mathematics when that Mac go off
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck
We are born pure and free
Boundless of all memory
Clean slates with open hands
Without time and without space
Without the mathematics the intricacies
bitch, it's a money shower
Starin' too hard, won't be my main
Drippin' sauce, wan' give me brain
Paint that Maybach pure cocaine
Fuck goin' on? They
We are born pure and free
Boundless of all memory
Clean slates
With open hands
Without time and without space
Without the mathematics
Is it a theory of pure scepticism
Belief of the end of a civilization
The never ending mystery of their demise
Millions of lives that cease to exist
The Sound of Synthetic
The Sight of Pure Magic
Synthetic
Electric
Acrylic
Metallic
We're working mechanics
We'll work the mathematics
We're living machines
mathematics quantum physics...semantics meanwhile, all our brains are swelling I don't wanna buy thing they're selling visitors from outer space & new
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